Another day, another deal. When Sixer got the call he was counting his cash from the last deal, some no name booster wanted a new BTL chip and he just happened to have a fresh supply. He reminded himself to keep an eye on the man, his movements were jittery so there was obviously the potential for a return customer. As the poor thug stumbled away he got the call and crammed the rest of the money in one of his many pockets, before scurrying through back alleys towards the movie theater. 

Sixer breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the gang hanging near the entrance. He knew these guys, dealt a large pack of stimms' to them for chump change and a favor. He stepped out of the alleyway and flashed a 6-fingered wave before stopping a couple feet short.[b]  " I ain't causing static or nothing boys, just want to get into this trash heap here". [/b]  Some scrawny looking bit jockey glanced up at his deformed hand and responded with [i]" ain't no way you choob, now scram before I bag you myself". [/i] briefly fingered his switchblade, eyed the man up and down before scoffing [b]" fine, I'm buzzin. But don't come to me when you need your next fix". [/b]The man's eyes flashed briefly at that, but before things could turn for the worse Sixer turned heel and walked down the side street.

As he was walking he ticked off the boosters names in his head. Some stupid Borgs and a couple of chucks, not even big timers. He scoffed to himself, let's see how they like being denied. Quickly Sixer rounded the corner to the back of the theatre, wondering what exactly was so important that he had to give up a fine business day to come to some stank wreck of a theater.